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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.