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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.