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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
ABC,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
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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.