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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Wings,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.