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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.