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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.