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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.