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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.