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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Mars,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.