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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.