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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.