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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.