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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.