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 San Marino and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stooges to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.