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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.