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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.