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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Stereo Dub 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.