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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.