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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.