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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 John Foxx 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.