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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.