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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
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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.