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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.