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 South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.