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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.