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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Television,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.