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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.