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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.