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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Index,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.