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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.