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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.