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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.