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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.