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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
MC5,
Roxette,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
UT,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.