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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.