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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.