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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
X-102,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.