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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.