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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.