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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.