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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.