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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.