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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.