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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.