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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.