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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.