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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Section 25,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.