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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.