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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.