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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.