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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.