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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.