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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.