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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.