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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.