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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.