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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.