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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.