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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Move,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.