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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Saints,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.