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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Lalann,
DNA,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.