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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.