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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.