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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.