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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.