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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.