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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Index,
Swans,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.