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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.