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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
MC5,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.