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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
cv313,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.