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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.