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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.