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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.