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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.