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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.