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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.