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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
10cc,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.