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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.