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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.