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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.