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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Scion,
Nico,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.