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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.