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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.