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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.