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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
June of 44,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.