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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.