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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.