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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.