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 Gambia 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 Manila and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
CMW,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.