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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.