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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.