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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.