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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.