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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.