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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.