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 Zambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.