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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Graham Central Station 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.