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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.