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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
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.