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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.