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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
JFA,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.