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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.