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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
10cc,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.