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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.