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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.