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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.