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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.