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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.