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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.