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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.