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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.