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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Index,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.