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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.