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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.