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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.