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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Nico,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.