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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.