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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
ABC,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Cluster,
Smog,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.