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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Index,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.