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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Monks to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.