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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.