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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.