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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.