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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.