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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.