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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.