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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.