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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.