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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.