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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.