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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.