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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.