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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.