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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 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 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.