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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.