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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.