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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.