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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.