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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.