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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.