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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.