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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.