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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.