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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.