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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.