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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.