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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.