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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.