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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.