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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.