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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.