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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.