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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Scion,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.