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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.