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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.