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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.