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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.