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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.