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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.