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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.