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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.