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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.