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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.