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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.