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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.