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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.