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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.