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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.