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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.