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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
UT,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.