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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.