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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Pagans,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.