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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.