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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.