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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.