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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.