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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.