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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.