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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Swans,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.