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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.