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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.