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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.