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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.