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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Monks,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.