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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.