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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.