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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.