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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.