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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.