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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.