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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.