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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.