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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
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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.