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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.