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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.