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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Can,
Visage,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.