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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.