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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.