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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.