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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.