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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.