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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.