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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.