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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.