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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.