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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.