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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.