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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.