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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.