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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.