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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Magma,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.