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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.