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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.