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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.