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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.