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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.