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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.