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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.