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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.