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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.