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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Brick,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.