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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Neu!,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.