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 Palau 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.