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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.