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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.