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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.