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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Nas,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.