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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.