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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.