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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.