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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.