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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.