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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.