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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
JFA,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.