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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Gong,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.