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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.