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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.