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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.