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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.