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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Pole,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.