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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.