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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.