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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.