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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
UT,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.