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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.