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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Can,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.