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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.