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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Skarface,
UT,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.