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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.