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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.