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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
JFA,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.