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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.