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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.