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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.