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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.