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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.