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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
This Heat,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.