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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.