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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.