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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.