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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Slave,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.