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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Swans,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.