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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.