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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.