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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.