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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.