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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.