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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.