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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Monks,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.