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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.