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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.