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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.