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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.