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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.