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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.