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 Dominica 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.