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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
CMW,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.