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 Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ituana to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.