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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.