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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.