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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.