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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.