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 the UAE and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.