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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.