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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.