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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.