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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.