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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Slave,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.