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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.