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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Index,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.