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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.