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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.