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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Visage,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.