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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.