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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.