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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
UT,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.