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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.