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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Slave,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.