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 Korea North 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.