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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.