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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.