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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.