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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.