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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.