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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.