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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.