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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Visage,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.