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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.