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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.