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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.