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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.