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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.