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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.