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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.