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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.