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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.