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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.