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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Zeros to the rock 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.