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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.