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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.