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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.