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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.