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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.