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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.