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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
June Days,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.