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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 the Association to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.