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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.