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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.