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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.