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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.