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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Magma,
Q65,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.