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 Spain 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.