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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.