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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.