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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.