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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.