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 Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.