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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.