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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 ABC 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.