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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Monks,
Nas,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.