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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.