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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Barracudas 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.