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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.