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 Korea North 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.