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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Smiths,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.