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 Poland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.