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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.