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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.