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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.