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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.