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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.