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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.