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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Television,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.