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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.