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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.