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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.