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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.