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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.