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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.