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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.