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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.