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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.