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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.