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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.