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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.