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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Echospace,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
cv313,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.