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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Fall,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.