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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.