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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.