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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.