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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Magma,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.