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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.