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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.