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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.