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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.