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 Qatar and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Star Department 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.