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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.