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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.