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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.