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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.