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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.