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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
MC5,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.