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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Nico,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Organ,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.