Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.