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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.