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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.