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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
ABC,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.