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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.