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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.