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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.