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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
the Association,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.