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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.