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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.