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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.