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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.