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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.