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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.