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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Names,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.