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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.