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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.