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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.