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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Evens,
Faust,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
the Association,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.