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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.