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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vogues 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.