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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Swans,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.