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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.