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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Aswad,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.