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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.