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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.