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 Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.