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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Television,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.