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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.