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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.