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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.