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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.