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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.