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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.