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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.