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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.