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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.