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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.