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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.