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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.