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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.