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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.