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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.