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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.