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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.