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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
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.