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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.