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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.