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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.