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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.