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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.