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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.