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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.