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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.