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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Pole,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.