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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.