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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
JFA,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.