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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.