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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.