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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.