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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.