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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.