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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.