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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.