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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.