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 India and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.