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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Model 500,
X-101,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.