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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.