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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.