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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.