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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.