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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Index,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.