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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.