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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.