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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.