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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ludus 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.