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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.