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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.