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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.