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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.