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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.