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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.