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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.