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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.