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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.