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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.