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 Libya 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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.