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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.