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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.