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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.