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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Blackbyrds 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.