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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.