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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.