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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.