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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.