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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.