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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.