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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.