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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.