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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Franke,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.