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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.