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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.