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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
the Germs,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.