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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.