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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.