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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.