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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.