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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.