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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.