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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.