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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.