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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.