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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.