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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Swans,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.