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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.