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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.