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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.