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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.