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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.