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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.