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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.