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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.