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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.