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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.