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 States and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.