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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.