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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.