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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.