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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.